saving scomiche ♥

chapter 7

 im going to mitch's house today, he invited me and zach for dinner. to be honest i dont know why he suddenly called me over but i'm cool with it. atleast i'll get to know him more. i put on a sleeveless black lace dress, with a brown belt on the waistline. skin coloured tights, and black flats with a bow on the tips. and to finish the look i put on a leather jackt that comes just above the waistline.

zach came over and he wore a white t-shirt the was skin tight, emphasising his "toned body" and black jeans, with a black leather jacket. and black boots. its funny how we both went for a leather jacket and almost the same colour.

"poor butler. she will be drooling all over you" i laughed

"if she does then i'd have to take off my shirt again, and we dont want her fainting do we." he joked

"anyways you ready, we should get going." i walked over to the door and headed out to the car. zach came behind me soon after and sat in the car next to me. we drove over to mitch's house and got out of the car and walked towards the door. zachs hand on my shoulder, we were talking about the butler and how she like zach way too much. until we reached the door.

when i rang the doorbell, i removed zachs hand off my shoulder and he put them in his pockets. scott opened the door. was he also joining us for dinner?

"hi scott" i greeted with a smile

"sup skylar." he said reaching out to shake my hand. i shook his hand and he put his hand forth for zach.

"and you are?" he said

"zach," zach said, shaking his hand.

"well come inside, mitch should be down soon." he said, i rolled my eyes cause the word soon has lost all meanings for me. we walked inside and sat on their grey couch, scott sat in front of us while we waited for mitch.

"so are you joining us for dinner." zach asked scott. when scott looked at him, he had a smirk on his face

"why? do you want me to?" scott said, still smirking

"no, it was just a question." zach replied

"if you say so."

"so, are you?" zach asked, i could sense the irritation in the tone of his voice so i held his arm, to indicate him to just go with it.

mitch came down, and i got up to greet him, i gave him a tight hug. and he went to shake zach's hand. "erm... so please have seat at the table guys, i'll get the dinner." mitch said with a smile as he went into the kitchen. me and zach made our way to the table and scott followed behind.

we were all seated on the table when mitch came back he placed the lasagne on the table, but when he saw scott sitting on the table he didnt seem to like it.

"what are you doing" he said

"im sitting on a chair waiting to have dinner." scott replied

"no your not. i only made enough for three" mitch said

"i'm sure we can work with it." scott replied calmly. the tension was real.

"i think you dont understand. i dont want you to be here, right now" he said firmly.

"but i want to be here mitch. i want to get to know your friends though." scott said wih a smirk on his face.

"i dont think they want to know you. so can you please leave" mitch said through gritted teeth, his voice sounding a bit shaky

"fine. you know what. you guys enjoy." scott got up, shoved his chair under the table and rushed up the stairs. i watched him go, before he disappeared he brought his hand towards his eyes, as if he was wiping a tear. what the? im so mindfucked right now.

mitch dropped into his seat and started crying, i got up out of my seat and graabbed a chair and sat next to mitch to comfort him.

"i-i'm s-so s-sorry you had t-to see all this" mitch sobbed in between hiccups.

"no mitch, its fine. i understand. please stop crying, lets just forget this happened and carry onn with the dinner, i wouldnt want the lasagne to go to waste. c'mon" i tried to pacify him.

"okay..." he said wiping his tears. " let me get the salad." he said getting up.

"im going to go to the bathroom, i'll be back" he nodded, i excused myself and headed uptairs. yeah right as if i needed to. i just needed an excuse to see whats up with scott. whether my eyes are decieving me or not. cause last time i remember scott was the bad guy in the picture, so why would he be crying. jeez this is so confusing.

i walk down the corridor, completely unknown to this area of the house. i looked around, the first door i opened had no one it it, so i am guessing it was mitch's bedroom. i walked further down the hallway and past the bathroom but i reached another door and i could hear music being played, i quietly opened the door and peaked inside.

i recognised the song, it was stay with me by sam smith. i love this song despite the fact that it always makes me cry. i walked inside, to see scott sitting on his bed, his back towards me so i dont know what he is doing. i walked closer to him and placed my hand on his shoulder, startling him.

"oh, hey skylar!" he sniffed quickly wiping his face. so he was crying. oh god, i feel so guilty. "w-what are you doing here?" he said panicking, i took a seat next to him, as he just sat their awkwardly waiting for my answer.

"why are you crying?" i asked

"it's nothing, please just go." scott said in a stern tone

"im not leaving until i get some answers scott, so better start now and get it over and done with...." i said folding my arms over my chest.

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